Novel & Cerita Mom Is A Slut

“James’s not bad looking, but compared to Rourke, he does fall short.” A sudden chill ran through me. “Mom, you’re not thinking about going back to him, are you?” She rolled her eyes. “Pfft! Ever since I found out about his mistress, I haven’t thought about being with him again. “But you know, we had been married for so long. It’s hard for me to let any other man in again...” She paused, then shifted the subject. “But this James Cotton—he’s a good man. Young but mature enough. I might give it a try!”

Rowena had a huge banner made and set herself up outside Clara's company, declaring that Clara was a homewrecker who used her power and wealth to steal another woman's fiance. That stunt quickly awakened the internet's "eat the rich" crowd. "I can't stand these trust-fund brats. They think being born into money makes them better than everyone else." "Dirty money, every cent of it! If we all stop buying from them, they'll be bankrupt by morning!"

Her tricks were laughably transparent, yet they worked every single time. It was not because Tara was clever—but because Mom wanted to believe her no matter the evidence. And so, I laughed. The sound brought Mom to a halt. Her furious gaze snapped to me. “How dare you stand there and laugh! You have no shame whatsoever! If this were any other company, you’d have been fired ages ago!” Then she delivered her final blow. “Those things Michael left you—giving them to you would be a disgrace! I should burn them instead.” The laughter died on my lips.

I gave up every last ounce of my dignity. He burst into laughter at the sight of my pathetic state and stomped on my face. "Look at you. Don't you look just like a bitch? Your mom really raised a fine daughter. Is this how she usually seduces men to raise you?" I jerked my head up. "No, that's not true! Mom isn't like that. She is a top-tier psychiatrist who uses her professional expertise to bring a new lease on life to countless patients." I argued fiercely. "She's recognized as an outstanding professional every year, and our house is filled with her awards and certificates. She doesn't need any man to raise me perfectly well!"

Refusing to give up, he ran straight to my side and screamed at Lily. “Get away from her! This is my mom! You’re not allowed to hug her!” Lily rolled her eyes at him, firing back without a shred of hesitation. “Oh, I know who you are. You’re Victoria’s ungrateful brat of a son. Didn’t you say you didn’t want her to be your mom anymore? She isn’t your mother now, so you’re the one who needs to get lost!” David completely broke down at Lily’s blunt words, sobbing hysterically.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After Mom died, Dad became infamous. Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

"Damn, Mom, I didn't...know...you were such ...mmmmm...a slut!" Sweat was rolling off my face onto her heart shaped ass. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my slutty little holes! Oh God! Yes!" "Fuckin' whore! Your mom's nothing but a fuckin' whore!" "Oh God, yes! Fuck me...mmmmmm...fuck me like...God! Like your whore!" Steve and I smiled back at each other. "C'mon, Mom, are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum while I fuck your ass?"

Mom says without inflection. "Well, that's how we're going to be around here, too. When it's just the two of us, we'll be very affectionate towards each other, touching and hugging and feel no modesty whatsoever around each other." I'm trying to decide if I want to add anything else, when I remember the p**n video. "Mom, what video were you watching a few minutes ago?" "Oh, I don't know the name, something like Slutty Sorority Sisters." She says, very flustered that she can't answer my question.

I say as I hear my mom calling out to me. “Get in here you sluts” She says and I hang up on Daniel and Kylie, slipping my phone into my back pocket. “You should go home. Like now” I say to Trisha and I go inside. “Where’s slut number 1” My mother says as my father is on the floor, almost passed out. “She went home” I say flinching, expecting to feel additional pain. “We’ll see her again” My mother sneers out and walks to her room.

“You are a disgrace to this family! A slut like you should never even be allowed to live! What in hell were you thinking while that boy thrusts inside you over and over again, huh?! Did you just enjoy it and forget about your future?!” My mom slapped me hard on my right cheek while I sat on my bed. I didn’t cry, I didn’t make any noise as I held my cheek with glossy eyes. “How could I have raised a slut! This is…This is impossible. NO! I don’t have a whore for a daughter!”